"He screamed when the bullet struck him right in the genitals- amputating and mangling his manhood. The wail was high and thin like a scalded child. The noise went on and on-a long, drawn out cry of agony and shock.
'Get him, out of here.'
Those were the first wprds that Cuchillo Oro had spoken. And he reinforced them with a shot from, his pistol 'And drop those guns where you are, or you join your chief.'"
"You're dead, you bastard. You'll regret what you did," said one of Frank's boys. "Mr. Ettinger'll skin you alive when he hears what you did to his only boy. Frank's a big man around here."
"No. Maybe big, but no longer man," said Cuchillo. He looked down the trail and heard the high screams start again. Cuchillo Oro, the Apache warrior, was a man of NO regrets...
'Get him, out of here.'
Those were the first wprds that Cuchillo Oro had spoken. And he reinforced them with a shot from, his pistol 'And drop those guns where you are, or you join your chief.'"
"You're dead, you bastard. You'll regret what you did," said one of Frank's boys. "Mr. Ettinger'll skin you alive when he hears what you did to his only boy. Frank's a big man around here."
"No. Maybe big, but no longer man," said Cuchillo. He looked down the trail and heard the high screams start again. Cuchillo Oro, the Apache warrior, was a man of NO regrets...
